you lost your ring

in the back of an old german import
i tried to extort
what was rightfully mine
at that time
you obliged to let your hair down
and the rest followed

you lost your ring
just like our youth
stuck somewhere between
backseat and ground
between prom kings and crowns
(the queens they drowned
in schnapps smuggled
in hairspray bottles)

in the back of an old machine
windows steamed
(an awkward scene)
you kissed the past away
and it rained even harder